Hi, I'm Amanda!
    
   I can never find it in my self to be happy, to joke and laugh with friends. Sometimes I find it difficult to call someone a friend, not to dislike them but cherish them. Every day is like a cycle for me: wake up, shower, eat, brush my teeth, go to school, come home, do homework and sleep; my life's boring. No, I'm boring. And I hate my self for the anxiety, the paranoia, my depressed state, my empty mind and the fact I have to fake my happiness for everyone else.

   My main account: @Nyllite

   Hate, my friend, is the devil's path, and we shall leave its ash-strewn surface without a single footprint. There is no prize worth the corruption of your soul; hate brings only pain and the cycles of destruction upon us all.

   Isn't it funny, that if I had made a different decision I wouldn't be here now? If I had put a different answer on that sheet, my fate would've been written in different ink. Because if I was sat here in a different universe, without you by my side, I would have never become complete.

   Love and Hate are two different words with two different meanings! Try to love and not hate your comrades.

• • •  "So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."-Stephen Chbosky